2 a.m. lovesick

Lyrics

a walk like a burned out porn star, with aching feet for a car, my buddy had a baby with a girl named star, makes me appreciate how the little things are, but crossing a road isn't easily told, to a young has-been centerfold, labelled a winner's episode, yeah, i'm really clean if you know what i mean, except for this recurring dream, of losing total feeling, while the windmill's squealing, the windmill's squealing, i paint to kill the dead saints, i paint to make it clear, my colors run in blue and gray, but they give hope to someone dear, yeah, yeah, yeah, 2am lovesick, with a walking pneumonia drumkick, and this candle doens't have a wick, but i'm really not that scared, no, i'm not that scared, a walk like a burned out porn star, with aching feet for a car, my buddy had a baby with a girl named star, makes me appreciate how the little things are